"'Oh! yes,' says I, 'they did; it is in the Apostles' Creed.'
"'Is it?' says he.
"'Yes, it is, and what's more, you ort to know it,' says I, gettin' bothered with sich ignorance.
"'None o' yer impudence,' says he.
"'Why, good lands!' says I, almost swearin', 'they believe in the Holy Catholic Church in this meetin'-house, don't they?'
"'No, they don't, and don't want to,' says he, and slammed the door in my face. Then I wanders reound and seen lots of churches, but I didn't see anybody, to speak to till I got ever so fur off in the Fifth avenue, where I saw a handsome brick church with a tall steeple, and there I saw some people goin' in. I asked what was goin' on, and they said it was a prayer—meetin". I should liked to have jined in a York prayer-meetin', but I wasn't in a fit state jist then—in sich a twitter as I was—so I ups and speaks to a young lady who looked like a Sabbath school teacher, and says I:
"'The real Catholic Church in the Apostles' Creed is where the gospil is preached.' She kinder opened her eyes at me, and says she:
"'The gospil is preached here, ma'am; but this is not a Catholic church; this is a Presbyterian church.'
"'But,' says I agin,' where the gospil is preached is the true Catholic Church.'
"'I guess not,' says she, 'the gospil is not preached in the Catholic Church.'